by Christtie Jay Dami Akinbode Mother, I can not call because the darkness that has befallen is brutal. Yesterday, walking my bicycle to work I almost lost an eye weighed by how hard it is not to throw a stone at the man you love when he says no to you collecting his coat and breathing in his hair every morning. Now, crouched over a coffee cup I am losing my breath chewing my tongue, trying to remember never to call for help because at this age, goodbye shouldn’t be a dress t